Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Thailand and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Adolescents to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
John Lydon,
The Litter,
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Intrusion,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes,
Sun City Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Vladislav Delay,
Television,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Move,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5,
Angry Samoans,
Dawn Penn,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Mills,
The Toasters,
Todd Terry,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Vogues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
PIL,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Swans,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
K-Klass,
The Stooges,
Panda Bear,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.